Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.